My old diaries date back a century and more and hold memories that I cherish, discovering new adventures filled with mischief, gossip, days long ago with joyous muse. On this cool November day, I visit my family attic and search boxes for diaries from the past, long before technology robbed our generation of the need to write and record the history of our families in beautiful flowing script. ![]() Traditions are alive and well and bridge one generation to the next with new traditions married to those from bygone years. It is the festive season that now beckons one and all, starting with our Thanksgiving celebration we speak of Christmas and the new year. ![]() ![]() The weather cools as talk of approaching snow engages many in conversations over mulled hot cider. As we approach this time of year the memories of summer heat, vibrant fall foliage and harvest celebrations have concluded.
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